But while I'm up in Wayside, and she off in college
And now I'm back in the hole with no motherfuckin' get back
Momma, I'm in love with a gangsta
Daddy, I'm in love with a gangsta
Sit back and contemplate, and think about baby
When I dip with my click and understand
Have you ever had a pretty, young saditty
But I'ma go ahead to college like my father want me to
Good girl, why do good girls like bad boys?
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Buyin' me houses, hoes and khaki blues, California curls
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Believe me, when I say that baby was in love with a thug
Niggaz watchin' Soul Train and I wouldn't turn it back
Roll around town, ask the pound, they know, look
Daddy, I'm in love with a gangsta
I'm caught up in the middle and I don't know what to do
Baby was my thang, nah, she was my low-low
When I'm down and out may need some help with some chips
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
It's like a jungle sometimes, that makes me Wonder like Stevie
Momma, I'm in love with a gangsta
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
I bail up in The Day Room and get in a scrap
Old fat gold diggin' ass county check receivin', beotch
I tried to make you wait, but I can't change yo' ways
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Daddy's little girl be in a gangsta's world
He probably won't, shit Pops ain't no punk
Momma, I'm in love with a gangsta
No matter what her father say, baby gon' see me
That I gotta do and I'ma miss you, Boo
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Daddy, I'm in love with a gangsta
And I think that she can figure that shit out
We've been together six months, and we ain't argued yet
Daddy, I'm in love with a gangsta
But I'ma write you every night and call you on the phone too
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Daddy, I'm in love with a gangsta
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Whatchu gon' do? You know I'm gon' stay true
And now they both in the penitentiary, she didn't mention me
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Daddy, I'm in love with a gangsta
A gangsta love song, you feel me? Check it out
And she liked to give me ends when I'm out with my friends
Her momma got ends, and her daddy got ends
When I was a kid, growin' up, I never had toys
She lovin' a nigga, steady buyin' me shit, and don't say shit
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
In love with a thug
And hope she don't get caught up in the world that's so crazy
I caught eight months in the joint, behind my crew
Cause every time she came to pick a nigga up
Well um, off to my cell withcha body on my mind
She fell in love with the local G
Momma, I'm in love with a gangsta
She gettin' a little mo' than a schoolgirl knowledge
Never caught slippin', always on strap
Shit, she'd take a nigga out
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Man I hope this thang last forever
Black female with chips from the city
Momma, I'm in love with a gangsta
And I'ma call you back tomorrow round the same time
On another phone line, holla 'n at my other hoe
(She was in love, with a thug, in love)
Momma, I'm in love with a gangsta
'Cause gangsta ass niggaz go to school nowadays
This bitch ain't sayin', “Shit”, 'cause the bitch ain't shit
Her mother approved of me, but her father he don't
I'm on the mainline, 9500 for short
Bought my first Rol-O, and then we took a photo together
